EVERYONE BREAKS DOWN ALONE
DRIVING HOME A BIT TOO FAST HUNGRY, TIRED AND LOW ON GAS ALONE CHANGING LANES, REACH FOR THE PHONE SUDDENLY MY TIRE BLOWS ALONE NO CELL RECEPTION, SO I’M LEFT TO WAIT STRANDED AND HOPELESS AND LATE
TIME, TIMING IS EVERYTHING WHY, WHY IS IT EVERYTHING’S BROKE DOWN WORN OUT AIN’T THAT HOW LIFE ALWAYS GOES EVERYONE BREAKS DOWN ALONE
WANDERING THESE L.A. STREETS EVERYBODY ALWAYS SEEMS ALONE HAUNTED BY THE DREAMS THEY’VE LOST WANTING WHAT THEY HAVEN’T GOT ALONE OUT OF STATE UHAULS COME PACKED UP WITH HOPE EMPTY AND BROKE THEY HEAD HOME
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I MISS YOU I WISH YOU COULD HOLD ME AND TELL ME IT’S GONNA BE FINE BUT YOU’RE NOT HERE TO HEAR ME
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